Abune The Hill Ae Muckle Star Is Burnin', Sae Saft An' Still, My Dear, Sae Far Awa, There'S Ne'er A Wind, Noo Day To Nicht Is Turnin', To Lift The Brainches O' The Whisperin' Shaw; Aye, Jess, There'S Nane To See, There'S Just The Sheep An' Me, And Ane'S Fair Wastit When There Micht Be Twa! Alang The Knowes There'S No A Beast That's Movin', They Sheep O' Mine Lie Sleepin' I' The Dew; There'S Jist Ae Thing That's Wearyin' An' Rovin', An' That's Mysel', That Wearies, Wantin' You. What Ails Ye, That Ye Bide In-By - An' Me Ootside To Curse An' Daunder A' The Gloamin' Through? To Haud My Tongue An' Aye Hae Patience Wi' Ye Is Waur Nor What A Lass Like You Can Guess; For A' Yer Pranks I Canna But Forgi'E Ye, I'Fegs! There'S Naucht Can Gar Me Lo'E Ye Less; Heaven'S I' Yer Een, An' Whiles There'S Heaven I' Yer Smiles, But Oh! Ye Tak' A Deal O' Courtin', Jess!